An oncologist, well trained
Her acquaintance I wish not to make
A bond leads to block-sucking end
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation
Its acquaintance I wish not to make
Pummeled to the ground, my end
Mr. Heimlich, his maneuver, spare me
His acquaintance I do not want
Grabbed in his embrace may be my end
A pathologist, well trained
His association I wish not to make
Consorting with him pronounces me dead
These and other death familiar words
I do not want a relationship with
Familiarity will spell my doom
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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